Angel With A Dirty Face - Bury Your Dead

Lift high, your brazen calf

Praise him, for we are helpless

Every night you serve two masters

Your hands are blistered

How long till we see you for what you really are?

Remove the mask

Your face is dirty

No prayers are ever gonna save you

You’re on your own now

Why did you turn on us when we needed you the most?

You bound our outstretched hands and severed them at joint

So how are we to forgive and forget when I can taste the lust on your breath

You’re pathetic and it makes me sick

Sick to my stomach, to be in love with a cancer

Every night you’d sell us out for the minute of sanity

To fly high above the trees

Yet you never made it off the ground

You make me sick

Get off your knees

That look is getting old, even for you

I refuse to be your crutch anymore